High Heat (Hotshots 2)

“Sure.” He gently loosened Rain’s hair from its tight knot, letting it cascade down over Rain’s shoulders. “Later.”

And then they were kissing again, more intentionally now. Finally free to do the touching he’d been craving all evening, he swept his hands all over Rain’s arms and torso. Rain stretched like a cat and arranged himself more comfortably, bodies pressing together in the tight confines of the big chair. His hair was still slightly damp and smelled like sweet wildflowers. Everything about him drove Garrick wild and not simply physically. Sure Rain was hot as fuck, but he was also funny and caring and smart and fierce and a whole pile of other things that Garrick liked so very much.

As the kisses grew more heated, Garrick wished he had a way to freeze time. He wasn’t sure when he’d last been this happy, this content. Years, probably. He wanted to bottle all these feelings and sensations up, save them for later, save them for cold, wet nights that wouldn’t come with a lap full of warm, vital Rain. But he couldn’t think too much about that murky future, not with Rain moving increasingly urgently against him, little encouraging noises escaping his throat. They had tonight and that counted for an awful lot, and he was damned determined to make the most of every opportunity to savor Rain.

Chapter Twelve

Rain was quite possibly going to die of sweetness overload. Like for real, a person couldn’t be expected to endure such endlessly hot kisses. Not that he wanted to stop. Making out with Garrick in his recliner was the best thing that had happened to his week, and he happily wriggled against him, trying to soak up the most possible good feels. He wasn’t trying to get off, not yet, simply wallowing in how damn perfect this night had been. His favorite game. New sexy outfit. Chocolate cookies. Knitting. Garrick, who for all his reluctance had actually been a pretty good sport about all of it and was now kissing Rain like it was his sole purpose in life.

“We should...find...the bed,” Rain suggested in between more kisses, not sure how much longer he could hold out and pretty confident that Garrick didn’t want spooge on his favorite chair. Also, Rain was in the mood for something more mutual if Garrick was interested in that.

“Damn. I don’t want to move. But I guess we should. I did promise you help sleeping.” Garrick offered him a meaningful leer. “And sadly, I can’t carry you to bed from here if you pass out after you come.”

“The risk is real.” Rain chuckled as he reluctantly moved off Garrick. “And I want to make you sleepy too.”

“Watching you—”

“Is not what I have in mind. Not that I don’t love showing off for you, but I love it when both of us have a good time.” He kept his voice light, not wanting to put pressure on Garrick but wanting him to know how much he enjoyed their time together too, enjoyed touching and tasting and watching Garrick just as much as he enjoyed showing off for him.

“Every time with you is a good time. I mean that.” Garrick reached for his crutches then shook his head and transferred to the wheelchair instead. “And you already have me all jelly-legged simply from all that kissing. I don’t have to come to enjoy the hell out of being with you.”

“I know. And I agree one hundred percent. I feel the same way. But I’m not going to lie, I’ve got a whole long list of things I’m still dying to try with you. If you’re game.”

Garrick took on a thoughtful look, then finally nodded like he’d finished some equation in his head. “I’ve got a wish list too. Let me get some water, and you tell me what fantasy we can make come true before sleep.”

Rain correctly assumed that Garrick’s request for water was him deciding to take a pill, and he hung back while Garrick did that, choosing instead to herd Cookie toward her princess bed. “Sorry, Cookie. I get the people bed tonight. Humans only.”

He arranged himself in what he hoped was a seductive posture on the bed as Garrick came in and pulled off his shirt. Damn. Rain was never getting tired of that chiseled chest. Moving to sit on the side of the bed, Garrick used his grabber tool to remove his shoes. Not content to watch, Rain draped himself over his bare muscled back, dropping kisses on his neck and shoulders.

“Mmm. You’re the best kind of distracting.” Garrick leaned into the contact.

“I try.” Holding Garrick’s broad body close, he licked his neck, thrilling to the shudder that swept through Garrick. He kissed and licked his way up from Garrick’s collarbone to his ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue. “How would you feel about fucking me?”